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Uh-oh.. ("DOH!") yeah.. |
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M.A. .. ("WOO-HOO!") |
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All my niggaz from the Brook'.. what? |
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Yeah, yeah ("Doh!") - you ready? |
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What? Y'all niggaz ain't ready |
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One-two one-two, one-two one-two |
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Uhh, y'all niggaz ain't ready |
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Uhh, check me out yo |
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Y'all don't wanna hear the shit I got |
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Kid I got the hot shit - did I stop? |
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Hell no, gotta stay bent like an elbow |
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Sell mo' than those other niggaz tryin to blow |
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I'm dyin to flow, got tricks like I'm buyin a hoe |
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Fuck around and you dyin a slower death |
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Move shit from right to left |
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North to South, nigga put his foot in his mouth |
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All I need is a place to stand, Ace the man |
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Bought rims and we laced the van |
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Kitted it up, fitted it up, made it look good |
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Swallowed your words now you spittin it up |
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Bought a crib with a pool in the back {"WOO-HOO!"} |
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Write a verse and I'm schoolin the wack |
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Takin it there, you know me like a relative |
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Like your Auntie, but makin you want me |
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Flaunt me in your CD like a "Symphony" |
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How we used to, when we was Juice Crew |
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Who's who? Don't nobody care no more |
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Stare no more, get out their chair no more |
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Scott LaRock ain't here no more |
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No Biggie, no 'Pac - gotta keep on, don't stop |
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[Chorus: Masta Ace] |
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Y'all cats wanna bounce? (Spread it out) |
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Or puff like half an ounce? (Spread it out) |
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With the cash in your hand like half a grand |
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Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) |
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Y'all chicks down to play? (Spread it out) |
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Gotta do what you hear me say (Spread it out) |
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When you back that up gon' hear me shout |
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Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) |
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[Masta Ace] |
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Chain with the piece stoned out |
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Car chromed out, and then we roamed out |
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To the club where we zoned out - all night long |
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It's on, hope a nigga play my song |
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Cause we come then we go just like the quick cash |
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Whiplash, niggaz always tryin to flash |
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Middle of the club, be on the cell phone |
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Nigga that busy, he need to stay home |
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I done been a few times here |
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Plus I met a few dimes here |
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Show more love than lights in Times Square |
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Everytime I see one, stop and stare |
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Copped a beer - a few rums'n'cokes |
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Nuns and popes pray for us |
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Every single day for us - tryin to find a way for us |
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Y'all don't really wanna play wit us, c'mon |
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[Chorus] |
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[Masta Ace] |
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Watch.. I'ma turn life to art |
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Play the part, watch how I climb the chart |
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Look for the beef and it's bound to start |
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Little bit of money tear niggaz apart |
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Figure you're smart, figure you'll spit the game |
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Get the fame, gold plaque with the frame |
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Five years later though, shit the same |
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Niggaz still really don't know your name - look |
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M.A., behind the wheel |
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Find a real label then sign a deal |
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And don't give a damn 'bout the mass appeal |
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That's the real, the world just has to feel |
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What I drop, when I drop, can I drop - |
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- more hot shit, then I cop the blue 5 |
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And go up to one-two-five, you drive |
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I just wanna stay alive, a-ight? |
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[Chorus] |
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[Chorus: w/ "The Simpsons" samples] |
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Y'all cats wanna bounce? (Spread it out) ("DOH!") |
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Or puff like half an ounce? (Spread it out) ("Doh!") |
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With the cash in your hand like half a grand |
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Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) ("WOO-HOO!") |
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Y'all chicks down to play? (Spread it out) |
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Gotta do what you hear me say (Spread it out) |
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When you back that up gon' hear me shout |
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Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) |
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("Ay carumba!") |
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[Homer Simpson cackles at the end: "Hee hee hee, hee hee hee hee!"] |
